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Noah cocks his head like a dog hearing a funny noise. “I don’t hear anything.”
“That’s because it’s on vibrate.” I turn to step onto the front stoop. “Okay, bye!” I careen down the steps leading toward the driveway. In my haste to get out of there, I totally forgot to show him the other brands I had selected. I turn to yell over my shoulder. “I’ll email you the rest of the slides so you can review the other brands.”
Mid-wave he calls back, “No need! I think we found the perfect fit.”
Those boxers fit something perfect, all right. And it wasn't his branding image.
I’m an absolute mess. An hour ago, I’m not saying I ran to my car at Noah’s house, but my stride was distinctly faster than a speed walk.
Now I’m lying on the couch, Dolly on my chest, Reba tucked in to my side, feet thrown over the top part, arm over my face as my other hand holds my phone to my ear. “I swear, he’s trying to kill me!” I’ve been regaling the whole ordeal from tonight to Nicole for the last half hour. She knows a watered-down version of what’s really going on, but she asks a lot of questions.
“Oh, he’s trying to do something, all right. Bow chicka wow wow.”
I roll my eyes. “Nicole, don’t be the stereotypical side character in the romance novel whose only input is encouraging the female main character to sleep with the guy.”
“So, Noah is your male main character? Yourhero?” This girl is impossible.
“That isn’t what I said.”
“No, but it’s what you’renotsaying.”
“That’s enough of that.” I pet Dolly. She squeaks in satisfaction. “But to be honest, right now my entire focus is on not kissing my client when he struts his stuff.” We both burst out laughing.
“At least you’re getting good entertainment out of this, and probably tons of content for the clit closet.”
I’m a grown woman with needs. “Stashing it away for a rainy day. I’ll likely get more when I see him on the field.”
There’s something so funny about two grown women giggling on the phone about masturbating. We have truly fallen far from God.
“All those catechism classes couldn’t save us.” We cackle together at our own jokes until we’re abruptly interrupted.
My phone pings in my hand and I hold it back from my face to check it. “Oh my God!” I gasp.
“What?”
“Noah sent me a pic.” My voice is strangled, the sheer hotness of Noah’s mirror selfie choking me. He’s in his Seduxion merch, hip leaning against the bathroom counter. One hand holding the phone, the other behind his head, the bent angle showing off his biceps. He must have taken this right before he came down. I read the message aloud for Nicole. “‘Thought you might need a free sample.’”
“He must be psychic and knows we are talking about him!”
“Ask and you shall receive,” I snort.
We continue talking about how her last shift was, and a bunch of other stuff, but I keep sneaking glances at Noah’s picture.
And realize that my clit closet is now overflowing with that one simple picture.
Chapter Seventeen
NOAH
I walk out onto the practice field with Colin, filling him in on how my business meeting with a side of modeling went. I’m really glad she’s here, but I’m not sure it’s the best day for her to come to a game. I need to start proving my worth immediately, and bringing my number one distraction to a preseason home game might turn out to be a huge mistake.
Next week the Dallas Outlaws will be here for joint training. They will practice with us Wednesday through Friday and then we will travel to play them at home on Sunday for a preseason game. These practices can get a little chippy because you spend so much time together and tensions are high. Testosterone is even higher.
“Knowing what a good dude you are, I’d bet she’s also fighting feelings. Women love when you cook for them, and I’ve had that jambalaya. It’s good as hell.”
“I’m in limbo.”
“You’re not doing anything wrong.” He shrugs. “You’re just giving free samples. She’s gotta decide that your flavor isworth putting all her money on. Then you can scoop her a big ol’ serving of Foxy.”
